The Future Becomes Less Frightening When You Prepare for It Instead of Fearing It. I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. When I was younger, tomorrow felt enormous. It was this invisible place where all my unanswered questions lived. I remember lying awake at night wondering what kind of person I would become, […]
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I’ve always thought that the world’s a little blurry. I used to think success would make life easier. Instead, it taught me responsibility. When I was younger, I believed life came in chapters. Perhaps it was because I grew up surrounded by books. I loved stories—their plots, their characters, and especially their endings. There was
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There is a quiet kind of courage in allowing yourself to become someone new without forgetting who you used to be. Growth is rarely loud; more often, it is found in the small decisions we make each day to keep moving forward. Some things in life were simply unfair. No amount of explaining could make
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Growing older didn’t answer every question. It simply taught me which ones deserved gentleness. Like I’ve always said, I grew up as an emotional ball. And a thinker. My mind was always occupied by what ifs and every imaginable WH and H question. Like… What if I hadn’t said yes to him? What if I
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Some stories don’t ask to be remembered. They simply become part of the person reading them. I still remember the first book I ever finished. It was the summer before seventh grade. A quiet afternoon. Two hours after lunch. Outside my cousin’s house, my friends were playing. I could hear one of them singing from
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Peace isn’t the absence of storms. It’s learning where to anchor. I’ve always been fascinated by pageants. There was a time when every contestant, when handed a microphone, seemed to speak about peace. World peace. Inner peace. Peace among nations. As a child, I listened carefully. And somewhere along the way, I began asking myself
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The world always seemed quieter whenever it rained, as if everyone remembered something at once. I’ve loved the rain for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would sing “Rain, Rain, Go Away” without really meaning it. Somewhere in high school, I stopped singing it altogether. Perhaps because I realized I never
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Some memories become lighter the moment we decide to write them down. I started keeping a diary because my teacher told me to. At first, it was nothing more than homework. A simple assignment. Something to complete before the next class. I never imagined that years later, I would still be doing the same thing—not
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Maybe that’s why I’ve learned to recognize people by the way they make me feel. I’ve always been a sensitive person. My mother used to tell me that I took things too deeply. A careless remark could stay with me for days. Sometimes for years. To this day, I can still remember words spoken to
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Looking back has taught me to look forward with more grace. Now that I’m working and paying for my own needs—and, every now and then, a few of my wants—I have come to understand something I never fully appreciated growing up. Money has a story. Every peso earned carries hours of work. Every purchase is
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